Raven’s POV
Asher slammed Matthew against the stone wall so hard that the entire hallway shook.
“I am a monster,” Asher hissed, his fingers tightening around Matthew’s throat, claws half-extended. “And if you ever speak to her again, I’ll show you just how cruel I can be.”
Matthew choked, clawing at Asher's wrist, but Asher didn’t budge. His body radiated pure rage. I felt sick.
“Asher, let him go,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
He didn’t even flinch.
“Asher, please.”
His grip loosened slightly, but he didn’t release Matthew. Instead, he leaned in close, his voice a low, venomous promise.
“You’re lucky she’s here,” Asher growled. “Because if she weren’t, I’d rip you apart and leave your body in the rotting part of the forest for whatever creature wants to feast on you.”
